My life is not without enigma

I often wonder if perhaps it would be easier decoded

But decoded would it be half the fun?

Awash with this enigma

I tend to walk alone

For fear that the inevitable unknown

Will somehow force me to trade my pride

For a happier uncertainty.

But with this uncertainty comes the thrill

The thrill of the pull I feel towards fate

The thrill of not knowing where that pull will take me

Forcing me to live for another day

So that I may uncover whatever fate has in store.

I carve my mark on this world

On the lives of others

This mark that says I shall not die

Not now, not yet

So that no matter how hard my enemies may try

I cannot be so easily killed.

This mark that I leave coincides with uncertainty

This mark that I leave coincides with what must be decoded

This mark - it keeps me grounded

My impact - it keeps me grounded.

Despite uncertainty going forward

Only going forward will I ever be happy

Without much of a past to be proud of

And with the thrill of fate looming overhead

I move forth.